This is a song about "Sam gray"

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

Shit is over i'll drive over you in my rover damn, i'm the son of sam you vultures

By skies that bowed to rain, it was gray, prayed every day

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

Wack is what the haters say, this area with shades of gray,

Don't wanna wake like jeremih, seeing macy gray dreams

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Well goddamn, now i be the man

Even uncle sam agrees.

I'm everything that they call nice

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

Summertime in the city